It should have flaming toes, because the colorwork would keep them even warmer, and there are times at Camp you need the warmth. I can't think of Camp without a fire on the Point, or a fire in the living room of the Main Camp for warmth on a very cold morning. It should bobble white marshmallows, even though I hate bobbles. It should have small ribbon cables along the side for the water that surrounds everything - Camp is on Watch Point, and it's called that because if you stand on the point and turn, only about 30 degrees of the circle are covered by land. You can watch all of North Bay of Raquette Lake. There should be a purled fishie in the middle, because there's a lot of fishing going on. Camp started in the 1800s as a place where you could hire a guide to take you fishing. Grandpa Burt worked as an Adirondack guide until 1978 in the summers, and an elementary school principal during the rest of the year. He knew the lake better than anyone- where to fish, when the weather would change, and where all the rocks were. Speaking of rocks, if I wanted to be finicky, the heel should be granite colored. The point itself is bare bedrock- a large rock the size of the Main Camp. We shoot fireworks off from it every year, arching things over the lake for safety. The fireplace where the garter snake lives is on the Rock and out of the rock. I always wondered why the fireplace had a concrete part with "Walter" visible- now it's just "ALTER"- Da explained that in 1949 his dad and his Uncle Walter fixed the concrete on the fireplace, and put their names and date on it. I took pictures of the snake this year, and I'll try to post them when I get the other machine working. The clock on the ankle needs to be a Spade. Cards have been a staple of after the fireworks since Burt and Meme's time. Burt loved Spades. Meme didn't like the game because she could not hold all of her cards, so she would jam her cards into the border of the card table (which has since been recovered in yellow vinyl instead of the original black silk, so you can't do it any more). My sister and I would play cards at their feet, and later my brother joined in. Now, the game is Pitch, and there's sometimes too many people to play, and sometimes enough for two games to go. Our variant of Pitch is different than Bar Pitch- we have 7 cards instead of 6, you must follow suit, and you can toss in a 10 and under hand for new cards. I love playing Pitch, but that's the only time I play. Jazz will play at the bar for money sometimes, so his brain has to change for the rules. The base color needs to be a dark water, because it's never a true blue or pale. Adirondack lake water in a gallon jug is slightly murky like a very weak tea because of all the pine needles and dirt. There's very little topsoil, and more is eroded every year, and the lake tastes of it.

This rather schizophrenic blog was started as a fictional blog, written by a character of a story. I've since taken it over for writing personal stuff I don't mind sharing with anyone who cares.
I am also writing thoughts about writing and stories that move me.

It's just this blog, okay? Some of it is story. Some of it is animals. Some of it is knitting. It's a blog.

For story #1, I do recommend starting from the beginning of this blog if you haven't read this before.
Please start at the beginning.

I did mean it to be for http://www.nanowrimo.org - but I never got quite got it done under the wire.

CAST:
Jeannie is the author/main character.
Frank is her husband. Poor man.
Tony is musician/singer.
Angie is a teenager, who was Jeannie's best friend. Now currently dead.
Honestly, there is no connection between Jeannie and me and Frank and my husband.

Story #2
Frank and Ether. This will be much weirder than Frank and Jeannie. I like the name Frank. No one expects a Frank to lie.

Story #3
A desert story. Anna is the main character. Currently there is only her little brother and an old servant, and a mysterious redhead.

Story #4
The necro story. A young necromancer heads off to the Hated Ones to find her trousseau.